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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Marvel_Cinematic_Universe, Captain_America_(Movies)
  Relationship:
      James_"Bucky"_Barnes/Steve_Rogers
  Additional Tags:
      Alpha/Beta/Omega_Dynamics, Alpha_Steve_Rogers, Omega_Bucky_Barnes, First
      Time, Mating_Cycles/In_Heat, Pre-Serum_Steve_Rogers, Anal_Fisting, Anal
      Plug, Anal_Fingering, Puberty
  Series:
      Part 1 of The_Domestic_Lives_of_Superheroes
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-05-08 Completed: 2015-05-24 Chapters: 6/6 Words: 10160
****** Bucky Gets His Heat ******
by The_Notorious_Trollop_Vo_the_Terrible_(Voishen)
Summary
     Steve is anxiously awaiting the day he'll present as an omega so he
     can finally officially belong to Bucky. One night while Bucky is
     staying over, things don't go his way. Steve's future is in danger
     and it's all because Bucky is an omega.
Notes
     This is a/b/o but it's not officially apart of my a/b/o Stucky
     series. Tell me what you think.
***** Chapter 1 *****
              They know everything about each other. Everything new they
discover together, that’s how it’s always been. Figures they’d experience this
together too.
              Steve had been waiting for this to happen to him.He thought any
day now he was going to wake up with a wet spot in his drawers. He looks like
an omega. If he put on twenty pounds he’d even be a pretty one. He could be
Bucky’s omega. Could and would be in a heartbeat. He’s got skinny hips but that
wouldn’t stop him from trying to give Bucky the family Steve knows Bucky is
already thinking about. Bucky’s fourteen but this kind of stuff has already
come up in conversation. Steve wants kids but only if they’re Bucky’s. Not that
he’s told him. He’s never wanted anybody but the beautiful boy in bed with him.
             They always sleep in the same bed when they stay at each other’s
houses. Their ma’s get it. Sometimes they give the two of them knowing looks.
Steve didn’t used to understand it but now he thinks he does. Their families
expect them to be mates. Steve’s ma is probably happy he already found an
alpha. That’s good. It means he won’t have to ever spend a heat alone or with a
stranger. Steve’s been anxiously awaiting his first heat. More specifically,
the first time he gets to rush to Bucky’s apartment (probably with his ma as an
escort) and tell Bucky he’s finally ready for him. Steve’s certain Bucky will
want him then. He can already feel that pull towards his best friend that he’s
sure is a basis for a bond. Bucky looks at him like he feels it too.
             But then this happens.
             He’s having the most wonderful dream. The scent in the air is
without a doubt the greatest thing he’s ever experienced in his life. Steve
opens his eyes. Steve’s eyes widen. He sits up. “Bucky?!” Steve’s heart pounds
in his chest. The air around them is saturated with the scent from his dream.
He’s smelled this before on omegas hurrying to get home to loved ones. Bucky’s
apartment smells kind of like this when Bucky’s ma has her time but this is
different. This makes him salivate it’s so good. This is what he’s been waiting
for but it’s all wrong. The smell isn’t coming from him.
             Bucky is moving in front of him. He’s pushing his rear back
against Steve’s pelvis in desperate little grinding motions. Steve’s like a
rock in his underwear. Bucky makes soft little wines into his pillow (brought
from home). Steve’s eyes are watering. His stomach feels like it’s plummeting
off a building. This is the worst moment of his life.
             “Stevie!” Bucky gasps out his name like it’s sacred. He turns over
but doesn’t stop trying to get friction against his bottom. “I’m so sorry.”
Bucky bites his lip.
             “Why-?” Steve wipes his eyes. “Why are you sorry?” He feels like
such an idiot. He should have known it wasn’t meant to be. Bucky is an omega.
He’s going to want an alpha. He’s going to be somebody else’s Baby Doll.
             “Sorry I didn’t say nothing. I was gonna to tell you a few weeks
ago but I didn’t know how…” Bucky frowns. “Why’re ya cryin?” He looks genuinely
confused even as he looks guilty.
             Steve could lie, say it’s the smell or something. But this is
Bucky, he does not lie to his best guy. He’s so tempted in this moment though.
“I just- this wasn’t what I was expecting.” Steve’s stopped crying after the
initial shock at least.
             “I know. I was going to tell you the first time I woke up with
slick but I chickened out.” Bucky brightens up a little. “It’s a good thing
you’re already here.”
             “Why?” Steve chokes out. Bucky doesn’t need another omega. Bucky
needs a knot.
             “Because… are you serious?” Bucky wipes some sweat off his brow.
“I need you to help me through it. Whatcha think I was gonna suffer through it
alone when I got you?” Bucky laughs lightly.
             Steve looks confused. “Wait, what am I supposed to do?”
             Bucky blinks owlishly at him. “You don’t… you haven’t figured it
out yet?”
             “I don’t know what you’re sayin.” Steve shakes his head.
             “Ah fuck I don’t got time for this!” Bucky hisses. He grabs the
elastic of his underwear and pulls it down. There is a shiny patch of lubricant
in the seat of it. He throws his underwear onto Steve’s floor and rolls over.
He presents himself just like something out of one of the dirty mags Steve’s
been using for research. He wanted to get it right for Bucky. This was going to
be one of his moves. Steve’s getting hard just looking at the sweet little pink
hole right in front of his face. Drops of slick drip out of the contracting
ring. Steve swallows down saliva before he starts drooling like Bucky’s ass.
“What’s the hold up? I need your fingers in me ten minutes ago.” Bucky whines.
             “But I’m not-.” He loses all composure mid-sentence. He surges
forward and licks into his best friend’s asshole like it’s ice cream from Coney
Island.
             “AHHH!” Bucky yelps. “Ooooooh!” Bucky holds his pillow against his
face to quiet himself. Steve pulls away with half his face covered in slick.
His hair sticks up in a funny way and his pupils are completely dilated. His
cock strains against his boxers. “Jesus Christ, Stevie! Don’t ever stop doing
that!”
             Steve looks back at the orifice he just licked clean. Bucky’s
already dripping again. He wants more. He wants all of it. Needs it as badly as
Bucky needs him to take it. He drives back into eating him out with gusto. He
pulls his dick out of his underwear and starts stroke it urgently using the
slick from Bucky’s ass. He’s not small like his frame might suggest. Bucky
watches him pump his fist.
             “Want that in me so bad!” Bucky moans. Steve pulls away
reluctantly.
             “I-I don’t think I should.” Steve shakes his head. Instinct has
him back to lapping up slick as soon as he’s finished speaking.
             “Good God, why?!” Bucky scowls. He plants his face back in the
pillow when Steve’s tongue pushes into him just a little. “Ah! Again! DO that
again!”
             Steve lets go of his cock reluctantly. His hands fly to Bucky’s
hips to part his ass cheeks more. Bucky seizes his own cock. He only strokes it
five times before he comes onto Steve’s sheets. Steve is pretty sure Bucky just
screamed his name into the pillow while he came. His heart clenches and his
dick throbs. Something feels different about the ache. The base of his penis
feels sore and hot for some reason. He stops licking Bucky and looks down at
himself.
             The base of his penis is slightly swollen. He grabs it to see if
it will go away. His grip feels unbelievable. He’s never felt anything that
both hurts and feels that good at the same time.
             “What’s wrong?” Bucky rolls over so he can see.
             “I think there’s something wrong with my Johnson.” Steve gulps.
There is something amiss here, that’s for sure.
             “Lemme see.” Bucky pushes him down onto his back. Steve
reluctantly takes his hand away. “Oh shit, Stevie! You popped your knot!”
             “What? Why? That doesn’t make sense I’m an omega?” Steve argues as
Bucky confidently straddles his hips. Bucky takes Steve’s cock in his hand
experimentally.
             “Never done this for nobody before so don’t laugh.” Bucky says
softly.
             “Why? Bucky! Why won’t you tell me what’s going on?!” Steve says
louder than he should.
             “Shhhh.” Bucky’s lips are just inches away from Steve’s. He keeps
gliding his hand over Steve’s reddening cock. Precome leaks out of the head
onto Steve’s stomach. Steve rumbles low in his chest. He’s never made even
close to that sound before. It’s animalistic and proprietary. He never imagined
that he’d be capable of making that sound. Bucky grins. Steve’s jaw drops open
as he feels the base of his cock expand against Bucky’s palm. Bucky holds the
bulb tight to give it something to press against. He uses his other hand to
keep stroking the rest of it. “This is amazing. Put your fingers in me?” Bucky
rest his forehead on Steve’s shoulder. Steve obediently reaches down and hooks
a finger inside Bucky, the omega.He doesn’t feel the way Steve does on the
inside. Steve can’t concentrate on it too much with Bucky about to get him off.
             “Buck!” He gasps as he comes onto his chest. Bucky smiles. His
eyes twinkle as he watches Steve come down from his high. Gently, Bucky cups
the back of Steve’s head and brings his lips down. Steve doesn’t think twice
before kissing Bucky. It’s just a sweet press of a thing but it’s their first
kiss. They just got each other off during Bucky’s first heat and they just
kissed, Steve thinks.
             “I shouldn’ta done that.” Steve gulps.
             “Why?” Bucky frowns. His thumb strokes Steve’s cheek.
             “You shoulda waited for your alpha.” Steve explains. Because
Bucky’s a good boy, he should have been pure for his alpha. Steve doesn’t stop
moving his fingers inside Bucky though.
             “I-I did?” Bucky looks very concerned. “Stevie, you are my alpha.
Don’tcha know that?” Bucky asks.
             “No I- I’m an alpha?” Steve’s voice rumbles.
             “Yes! Yes you are, and you’re mine.” Bucky kisses him again. This
time it lasts longer and it feels hotter.
             “That’s-!” Steve sniffles.
             “Yeah.” Bucky lays down on his side with his leg hooked over
Steve’s hip so Steve can keep his fingers inside him. Bucky rests his sweaty
head on Steve’s shoulder. “The best thing ever.”
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
              Four weeks ago…
              Bucky isn’t paying attention to math. He hasn’t passed a math
test in six years, why the fuck should he even try at this point? Instead he
stares out the window of the classroom and thinks about what he’s going to do
as soon as the school bell rings. He could go hang out with the guys, but he’s
discovered that he doesn’t like hanging out with them as much as he used to.
They don’t smell good to him. As many times as he’s told them to wash up
better, it hasn’t made a lick of difference. They still smell just too muchfor
him to be around. It sucks because they are his friends but Jake and Mikey are
also alphas and that complicates things. Up until about a week ago he felt just
like those two lug heads. He checked out nice tail when it walked by, he would
sneak into the backs of adult stores to look at dirty magazines, one time he
even scented a pretty dame’s neck. Yeah, he was just like them. But now he
knows he’s not.
              The bell finally rings. He gets up and bolts down the hallway
before everyone else. He’s headed straight for the bathroom. He rushes to the
stall and closes the door once he’s inside. He takes a deep breath and drops
his pants. Thank fuck it’s not like it was this morning. This morning he woke
up after dreaming about- yeah- with slimy stuff between his legs. He was
terrified. He vaguely knew something was going on with him but he didn’t know
it was that. He thought he was about to pop his knot, he certainly looks like
he could, but instead he’s sprung a leak. Holy Mary Mother of Grace protect
him, he’s an omega.
              He hasn’t told his ma yet. She’s an omega, she’ll know how to do
what he needs to do. What even is that? Bucky feels like his whole life plan
has just gone up in smoke. He-he-he can have babies! Bucky sits down on the
toilet. It’s such a weird concept. How the hell is the same hole he uses for
shittin supposed to also be for giving birth? That makes no sense to him. Then
again birth in general makes no sense to him. The only knowledge he has on the
subject comes from some back ally talk he’s picked up here and there. Now that
he’s apparently capable of doing it, he’s hoping his ma will sit down and tell
him how it’s supposed to be done. If she won’t then maybe Steve’s ma will.
Sarah Rogers is a nurse and she’s never shied away from his questions before.
Oh fuck what’s he going to do about Stevie?
             He leans his head against the side of the stall. What if his
Stevie is an omega too? The dream from last night, the one that got him to
slick up, involved Steve Rogers balls deep inside him about to knot him. He
bites his lip at the thought of it. Shit. He need to tell that punk what’s
going on with him, maybe even before he tells his ma. He’s pretty sure Stevie’s
the right person to tell. He loves that skinny little prince and if anyone is
going to help Bucky accept what he is, it’s Steve.
             Bucky leaves the bathroom to go find his best friend. He finds him
outside waiting on the steps of the school. “Hey.” Steve greets. Bucky thinks
he’s absolutely perfect. The sunshine can’t compare to this kids smile when he
looks up at him. “What took yah?”
             “Hot babe tried to pick me up. The usual.” Bucky jokes. He doesn’t
know why he says it. It doesn’t make sense. Why would a hot omega babe want
him? Better question, why would he want a hot omega anything? If another omega
tried to touch Steve he’d punch their lights out. Where did that come from?
             “So you sent her packin?” Steve asks as he stands up. He rolls his
eyes at Bucky. “What a gentlemen.”
             “What’s that supposed to mean?” Bucky spits with a smile on his
face. He throws an arm over Steve’s shoulders and wonders why he does that.
He’s been doing it for years. It would be kind of weird if he didn’t do it.
             “Oh nothing, just that Mikey told me you went with him to peep on
those magazines again.” Steve smirks at Bucky. “That’s a really dignified thing
to do.”
              Jesus Christ. Those magazines were filled with pretty, omega boys
dressed in lingerie. He could be that boy in a magazine. What kind of a creep
does that make him? Why’d he been so into that anyway? Oh right, because they
kind of looked like Steve. In fact, he’s been touching himself to images of
Steve posed like in those pictures since he first saw them.
              “What’s a matter with you, you’re awfully quiet?” Steve asks.
              “Huh?” Bucky shakes his head to try and clear away the mental
comparison between Stevie being his hot headed little omega and Steve being his
rumbly alpha. “Sorry, just lots of stuff on my mind.” Like what you (maybe)
look like when you come.
              Steve stops in his tracks. “Do you feel okay? You smell a little
off.”
              “I’m fine. I just…” Before Bucky can think it through, he’s
pulled Steve into his arms. Bucky’s only about an inch taller than he is, it’s
not hard for him to lean down and scent Steve’s neck. These sort of things
happen sometimes between friends. It’s not unheard of for one friend to smell
another to see how they are. When Bucky presses his muzzle against Steve’s neck
at first it’s unsurprising. All he smells is Steve. He lingers there in that
warm familiar smell. If he presses his hips forward just a bit, it’s an
accident. But something changes. Steve’s pelvis presses forward too. The
makings of an erection strain in his pants. Bucky has always been sensitive to
smell, especially Steve’s smell. One second it’s the clean smell of the
undifferentiated, the next he smells the beginnings of what can only be Steve’s
own brand of alpha musk. It’s faint and fleeting but enough to set Bucky’s
brain on fire at the possibilities.
              Bucky backs away from Steve. They look at each other in shock.
Steve didn’t scent him the way Bucky did. Steve only felt the affection not the
chemical change in his best friend. Bucky gulps.
              “I’m sorry…” Bucky says slowly. He has no idea what Steve must be
thinking right now.
              “Yeah.” Steve gulps. “It’s fine. I think I’m just going to go
home now, if that’s okay.”
              “No worries. Go right ahead.” That’s not what he was supposed to
say.  Steve walks away quickly, Bucky doesn’t feel right about calling him
back. Maybe he just blew it? Who knows? He forestalls his confession in favor
of going home and touching himself to the memory of his feisty little alpha’s
scent.
Chapter End Notes
     Why have I done this? I have two other projects and for some reason
     this thing is also being written now?! What?! I am so screwed. But
     hey, summer is next week for me. Then I get a job which maybe will
     involve lots of sitting around on my computer? Maybe. Still not
     connecting this to my larger work because I haven't decided if this
     is canon in that universe. We shall see. I don't think there will be
     that many more chapters to this but... I never know.
     -The Trollop
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
               It’s a sunny Saturday and Steve is supposed to meet up with
Bucky in three hours. Steve doesn’t know what they’re going to do but he wants
to be ready. The problem is, he just can’t get himself to slick open for the
life of him.
               Ever since Bucky half scented him a few days ago, he’s been
trying to trigger his secondary gender to present itself. He knows he’s an
omega, he’s just got to slick up before he can officially tell Bucky. Telling
his own mother comes as an afterthought. She’s probably expecting him to be an
omega anyway. What is he thinking? Everyone expects him to be an omega. His
stubborn hole just won’t get with the picture already. The Vaseline is supposed
to be for his nose when it gets chapped. Instead, he’s using it to artificially
lubricate his asshole so he can try to prod something inside him into acting
right. This is actually his third method of doing this.
               His first crude attempt was done in the tub. Steve quickly
learned that water is a poor lubricant, which led him to explore other options.
He thought about soaping up his hand but that would waste all of their
precious, expensive soap. Steve is allergic to a lot of brands but not this
one. Unfortunately it’s more expensive and therefore not to be used to suds up
his bum.
               Next, he tried the spit method but got too ambitious from the
get go. He attempted to shove two fingers inside himself at once. It’s how he
saw it done in the magazine he stole from the same place Bucky and the guys
sneak into sometimes. Steve had an easy time of committing theft. He looks so
damn innocent and omega-like that nobody suspected him of wanting to look at
the dirty mags, let alone steal one. He is now the proud owner (sort of) of a
magazine full of pictures of male omegas fingering themselves. The best looking
omegas seem to be able to fit their whole hand up inside of themselves while
staying perfectly quaffed and pleasantly smiling. Steve has been attempting to
imitate the proper sex-face but so far has only wound up looking extremely
determined or like he’s about to sneeze. Neither of these faces are close to
the product he wants on display for Bucky when they’re finally together. But
that’s another can of worms.
               Steve made a breakthrough during the spit stage when he realized
the magazine doesn’t explain that you have to work up to shoving your whole
fist into yourself. Steve’s been operating under the assumption there is
something wrong if he can’t take it all at once. All throughout the botched
attempt at fingering himself he failed to produce any slick but he did manage
to work one finger inside himself. It felt promising, so now he’s at it again.
               The Vaseline is working okay. He started out slower with only
one finger before carefully adding a second. It feels like he’s been doing this
forever. It feels good. Almost as good as when he touches his prick. He finds
that while fingering himself with one hand and jacking off with the other is
challenging, it is well worth the reward. In his rush to orgasm he forgets
about his true objective and winds up coming without making any slick. The
cleanup process is nasty and not as thorough as he would like. His rear feels
odd, like there is still Vaseline up where the washcloth couldn’t reach.  
               Steve files this latest failure away under ‘embarrassing things
he will never tell Bucky’ and goes to meet his friend. They meet at their
favorite spot. Sure it’s an alleyway and it’s trashed half the time, but it's
usually bright and has an assortment of interesting crates to sit on top of.
Bucky looks nervous when Steve spots him.
               “Hey Jerk.” Steve greets cheerfully. His stomach flips at the
sight of him, as always.
               “Hey-!” Bucky doesn’t call him Punk. The word seems to be stuck
in his throat.
               “You okay, Buck?” Steve walks up to him where he sits on a
crate.
               “Yeah I’m fine I’m just… I don’t know, I think I ate somethin
bad.” Bucky hunches over slightly and holds his stomach.
               It’s not impossible that he did eat something bad. Their
families don’t have much money at all. Their mas sometimes buy the food that’s
about to go bad because it’s cheapest. It’s better than no food and if they eat
it right away it’s fine. Maybe Bucky got unlucky and ate something that went
bad.
               “The rest of your family feelin okay?” Steve asks concernedly.
               “They’re fine.” Bucky folds slightly more inward. Some sweat
starts to build on his brow. “Sit next to me would’ya?” Bucky asks. Steve hops
up onto the crate. Bucky leans his head on Steve’s shoulder but keeps his arms
around his middle.
                “Do you need to go to a doctor?” Steve asks worriedly. He puts
a hand on Bucky’s back. “Lie down if you don’t feel so good.” Instead of
rolling onto his side on the crate, Bucky sets his head right in the middle of
Steve’s lap. It shocks Steve for a moment but then instinct kicks in. He
strokes Bucky’s hair and rubs his shoulders. This is something an alpha would
do for their omega mate but Steve thinks maybe it goes the other way too. Bucky
sighs and relaxes in Steve’s lap. That’s plenty enough encouragement for Steve
to keep petting him.
                “Thanks, Stevie. I think I’m gonna pull through. Just hurts a
bunch yah know? You ever get stomach problems?”
                Steve thinks about his long list of maladies. “Not really.
Usually it’s my breathing. I think I had a stomach flu once but I don’t
remember it.”
                “That’s cause you were unconscious the whole time. Thought you
were kicking off, Punk.”
                “Thanks Buck, sure appreciate that.” Steve rolls his eyes.
                They fall silent for a while. Bucky’s arms clench around his
middle every now and then when whatever kind of pain this is gets periodically
worse. Steve continues to sooth him with his touch.
                “Stevie…?” Bucky asks after tightening himself into a ball half
way on top of Steve’s lap. This is the opposite of what an alpha should want
from an omega but Steve would give Bucky anything and this feels good.
                “Wha?”
                “What if it’s not food poisoning?” Bucky asks softly.
                “What’s that supposed to mean?” Steve can’t imagine what else
it could be.
                Bucky forces himself to sit up. He looks very uncomfortable. “I
gotta go home.”
                “Okay...” Steve nods in agreement even as he looks at Bucky
confusedly. “Why?”
                “I gotta talk to my ma.” Bucky cringes. “Would you walk me
home?”
                “Sure!” Steve slots himself under Bucky’s arm and begins to
walk. He figure out real quick that Bucky wants to go at about half that speed.
                “Thanks for helping me.”
                “Anytime.” Steve says completely sincerely. He means it. Any
day or night no matter what, he’d move heaven and earth to help his best guy
with… cramps.
                Bucky makes a quiet little whimper noise that sounds like a
newborn puppy’s whine. Bucky sets his face right in the crook of Steve’s
shoulder and neck and just breaths. Steve doesn’t make any comment about it. He
just keeps steering Bucky the right way to get back to his family’s apartment.
                When he drops off Bucky, Mrs. Barnes gives him the most
peculiar look she’s given him in all their years of knowing each other. She
holds her son and gives Steve another grateful nod.
                “You take care now Stevie. I’ll see you soon.”
                “Bye Mrs. Barnes. Bye Bucky.” Steve says with a wave. Bucky
smiles back at him in the way that makes Steve think his adoration for Bucky is
mutual.
                Steve leaves for home with a spring in his step and an unusual
buzzing on the skin of his neck just around the area where Bucky had rested his
face.  
 
Chapter End Notes
     Oh puberty. In case you were wondering, Bucky's got pre heat cramps.
     He's still a bit away from the events of the first chapter but this
     would be his body's first time doing this. It's still working out the
     kinks.
     -The Trollop
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
               Steve lies awake in bed while Bucky gets some sleep. Bucky looks
so beautiful like this. Because of the low grade fever he’s running, the only
part of him under the sheets is his right leg. His hair sticks to his temple in
places. Sweat makes his skin shine in the light from the window. This is what
Bucky looks like post sex. Is that what they just did? It doesn’t matter.
Whatever it was, it was not what he thought it would be like. Bucky did all of
the things an omega is supposed to do and some Steve thinks only he ever would.
The pictures in the magazine he stole didn’t do justice to what Bucky looks
like when he’s coming with Steve’s fingers inside him. To hell with graceful
smiles and perfect ‘o’ shaped mouths, Bucky’s scrunched up ‘begging face’ is
the panicle of erotic facial expressions.
                Steve had no model to imitate. He was completely caught off
guard by his secondary designation. The more reality settles in the more he
realizes how little he knows about being an alpha. The things he thinks he
knows make one thing pretty clear, he isn’t supposed to be one.
                He needs some water. He very carefully extricates himself from
Bucky’s arms so that he can make his way two paces across the room to his
bedroom door. He adjusts his underwear and pulls on the shirt he usually sleeps
in. He still looks like he just fingered Bucky through three orgasms because
that’s what he just did. Oh well. It’s not like he could hide the smell if he
tried.
                He almost slams the door shut as soon as he opens it. His
mother is siting drinking tea by their kitchen table. The only thing that
prevented the door from crashing back to the frame was his poor foot. Steve
turns red from embarrassment and from restraining himself from yelling.
                “Oh dear. That’s going to leave a mark.” Sarah Rogers says with
a tisk, tisk.
                “Ma! I thought-sleep?!” Steve whisper yells.
                “Well Darling, I was asleep but then Bucky started scenting up
the place. I figured I’d wait up a bit and see if you needed anything.”
                “Um….” Steve says shyly. His toes curl nervously. His foot
still pangs with hurt. The sides of it will probably bruise. “We didn’t…” he
gestures wildly between the closed door and himself. “You know, Mate.”
                 “I know.” Sarah nods. “There’s a different scent for that. Do
you want some tea?”
                 “Sure.” Steve blushes and sits down at the table.
                 “Wash your hands and face then. Can’t have Bucky’s slick scent
all over everything.” His mother says with the utmost poise. Steve flushes the
color of a rose and washes up at once. Sarah quietly reheats the kettle on the
stove. Steve finishes washing his hands then sits down and twiddles his thumbs.
“What’s on your mind there Rogers?” His mother asks him.
                 “Huh? Nothing, I just got up for some water.” Steve is only
half lying.
                 His mother gives him a critical look. “I know that face,
something’s bothering you.”
                 Steve cracks. How couldn’t he? He feels like he’s going to
explode with emotion. He’s never felt so powerless, not even when he was in bed
dying did he feel such a lack of control. “It didn’t… it isn’t how I thought
it’d be.” Steve answers. His voice is heavy with turmoil. His eyes are a little
wet.
                 “Oh? How so?” Sarah asks serenely but not in the condescending
way that sometimes accompanies those who already know the answers to the
questions they ask.
                 “I was supposed-.”Steve stops himself and rephrases. “It’s
just, I always thought I’d be an omega.” Steve says with a frown. “I’m glad I’m
not now because if I was I couldn’t be with Bucky but…” Steve bites his lip.
Tears start to build up in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I forgot what I was trying to
say.”
                 Sarah sets his tea down in front of him. She takes his clean
hand over the table. “Why are you so sad? You’ve always wanted to be with
Bucky, I thought you’d be happy it turned out like this?”
                 “How could I be happy things turned out like this!?” Steve
snaps. Hot tears run down his cheeks. “I’m the littlest runt alpha that’s ever
lived! If I was an omega I would have been a good omega! I would have been
desirable! I would have been worthy of Bucky!” He chokes over his best friend’s
name. Sarah knows the last part is the only part that really matters to Steve.
“But I’m not. I’m an alpha and I’m pathetic.” Steve takes a shaking breath.
“Bucky says I’m his alpha but I shouldn’t be! He should have a strong alpha
that can do all the things alphas should be able to do! He should have somebody
he can be proud to call his mate, not me. I thought it was bad that we were
both omegas but this is worse!” Steve sobs.
                 “I’m sorry.” Sarah strokes her thumb over Steve’s hand.
                 “What am I supposed to do?” Steve whines. “The best thing for
him is to be with another alpha, but I don’t know how I’m supposed to live if
he belongs to somebody else!”
                 “You said he called you his alpha?” Sarah asks her son
solemnly.
                 “Yes.” Steve croaks. He’s going to savor that memory for the
rest of his life.
                 “There you have it. You’re his alpha. There is no contest
you’re trying to win, there are no competitors you have to best. He’s already
made his choice and he chose you. He doesn’t care what you look like or even
what designation you are, he chose you years ago and he’s made up his mind. The
only person who cares what kind of an alpha you are is you.”
                 Steve sits there in front of his mother, speechless.
                 “But what if he changes his mind?” Steve asks finally.
                 Sarah Rogers swallows the lump in her throat. “That’s the
thing, Darling. You don’t change your mind. Once your mind is made up so it
remains. It’s been thirteen years since I last held your father and I can still
smell my alpha on my skin. Once you’ve chosen, nobody else is good enough.”
                 Steve’s heart aches for his mother. He feels horrible that
this fact of mating is both a comfort to him and such a burden to her. Yet it
is still a comfort. Steve gets up and hugs his mother. She rubs his back.
                 “Why don’t you go back to bed with Bucky? I’ll tell you more
tomorrow but for now you should get some rest. He’s got at least two more days
of this and he’s going to want you the whole time.”
                 “Okay.” Steve nods. He hugs his mother tightly one more time
before going back to bed.
Chapter End Notes
     Hey look it's Steve's mama! One of the things I'm going to roll
     around in when I write about young Steve and Bucky is that Steve
     would have been a beautiful omega by societies standards. He wasn't
     ever teased for being small prior to when he realized he's an alpha.
     Maybe he was harassed for being a pretty omega, but nobody was
     calling him a runt. Getting his designation is one of the most bitter
     sweet moments in Steve's life. I shall discuss this more next chapter
     and in the thing that comes between this work and the rest of my
     universe. Still not linking it up yet because I'm still fact
     checking.
***** Chapter 5 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                Bucky’s heat lasts for four days. That’s a long time for a
first heat. He’s exhausted and a little embarrassed and absolutely perfect.
Steve technically just had his first rut, too. He didn’t get the full cocktail
of symptoms but the ones he did get confused and frightened him. The extra
blood kept him erect for most of the time they were touching each other. He
could smell the next wave of Bucky’s heat before Bucky could feel it. Steve
even growled at his own mother when she opened the door once to ask if they
wanted food (She laughed, thank God). Also, apparently it’s hard to come
without pressure on his brand new knot. The whole experience was earth
shattering and totally draining. Steve’s pretty sure that if it had lasted any
longer, he would have kicked the bucket.
                Sarah washed Bucky’s clothes so that he had something clean to
walk home in. Bucky leaves after breakfast the morning after his heat has
passed. Steve goes with him of course, because his new found alpha instincts
demand that Bucky be looked after. Bucky smiles with Steve’s hand clutched
tightly in his. Steve tries to beam like his best guy does, he thinks he does
an okay job.
                People are looking at them. Of course they are, he and Bucky
smell like heat. It will take a few days for it to go away completely. The
onlookers mostly smile. They can’t tell who’s the alpha and who’s the omega, if
they could they wouldn’t smile. Steve shrinks inward but then stops when he
realizes that actually makes the problem worse. So he tries to puff up. Bucky
gives him an amused once over.
                “Look at you, Mr. Big Alpha.” He says playfully. Steve’s
stomach turns.
                “Buck, leave it alone.” Steve says quietly, meekly he realizes.
That stings.
                “What do you mean?” Bucky asks, not getting it. He
affectionately throws an arm over Steve’s shoulder like he always does. Steve
spots a woman walking home with groceries raising an eyebrow at them
suspiciously. That’s it, Steve can’t do this.
                 He shakes off Bucky’s arm. “Would you stop it!” Steve snaps.
Bucky flinches like he’s been struck. His mouth falls open and his eyes go sad.
                “Wah- I? What’ed I do?” Bucky whines.
                “You-! You-! You-ugh!” Steve throws his hands up. “Why are you
not an alpha!?” Steve demands in the middle of the street. Bucky glances to his
sides at the passing people.
                “I’m- I’m sorry.” Bucky looks down at the ground. “This wasn’t
my choice.” He says quietly. He glances up at Steve from under his lashes. “Are
you mad at me for being an omega?” He asks. His distressed scent hits Steve
like a tidal wave.
                “No!” He barks. Bucky flinches again. Steve didn’t sound very
reassuring. “No.” He says more calmly. “I’m just- not sure how beingthis is
supposed to work.”
                “Was it the arm?” Bucky asks. “Because I can stop doing the
arm.”
                 Steve rubs his eyes. “No Buck, I like the arm.” He sighs. He
has no answers to his problems. “Let’s keep going, I think our neighbors have
enough gossip for now.”
                 Bucky bites his lip and nods. They continue onward to Bucky’s
home with none of the new couple glow they had minutes ago. Bucky smells like
sad omega and Steve is too drained to noticeably smell like anything. Isn’t
that just the cherry on top.
                 When Bucky opens the door to his home, his ma is standing
there looking happy to see them. Her smile fades when she sees the state the
two of them are in.
                 “I’ll see you around, Buck.” Steve says pleasantly. Bucky
scowls.
                 “Are you kidding me?!” He yells in Steve’s face. It’s Steve’s
turn to be startled. Bucky takes him by the arm and drags him into the
apartment. He pushes the smaller boy into the bathroom and closes the door.
It’s tiny but it’s as private as they’re getting. “You can’t do this to me!”
Bucky says furiously. “I don’t know what is going through your head but you had
better tell me now before I knock it out of yah!”
                 “I’m not supposed to be an alpha!” Steve hisses. A lump forms
in his throat. Bucky wasn’t expecting him to be so direct. Bucky looks him in
the eye for a long moment.
                 “Yeah? I’m not exactly the world’s most perfect omega neither.
What are yah gonna do about it?” Bucky fold his arms defensively.
                 “I don’t know.” Steve shakes his head. “Hide maybe? But I
don’t know how.”
                 “You ain’t hidin nothin!” Bucky’s voice cracks. Tears build up
in his eyes. “You ashamed of bein my alpha?”
                 “No!” Steve says with total conviction. He puts his hands on
Bucky’s shoulders. “No, never in a million years will I be ashamed to be your
anything!”
                 “Good!” Bucky nods determinedly. “I don’t want you hidin that
you’re mine.”
                 “Oh God, Bucky…” Steve leans forward, pulling Bucky’s face to
him. They kiss tenderly. The gentle press of lips gets broken only by quick
breaths. Their mouths relax into each other, the awkward sincerity of their
first kisses has bled away to passionate confidence to nibble and lick at each
other’s tongues. It makes Steve’s breathing pick up. Bucky wraps his arms
around Steve’s shoulders, Steve wraps his around Bucky’s waist. They hold each
other tightly as they attempt to smother each other with kisses. It’s possible
that Bucky could do that to Steve, kill him with kisses, so he backs off.
                  “I know you’re not happy to be an alpha.” Bucky gulps. Their
noses are still touching. “I’m not so sure how to be this either. The thing is
though, I don’t care what I am as long as it’s yours.” Bucky wipes his eyes
with his fingertips. “Can you live with bein an alpha if it means you’re my
alpha?”
                  “Yes.” Steve says certainly. “Yes, just as long as I’ve got
you. I can’t promise it’s not gonna be awkward or that people won’t stare but…”
Steve licks his lips. “I think it will be well worth it.” Bucky smiles so wide,
the corners of his eyes crinkle up. It’s already worth it, Steve thinks.
                  “Good. Because you’re mine.” Bucky ducts his head down so he
can nip at the pink love bites on Steve’s neck. Steve threads his fingers
through Bucky’s hair. He turns his head so he can scent Bucky too. His scent is
a little different, not ‘mated different’ but still different. This must be
what a pre-bonded omega smells like. Steve can only imagine how good he’s going
to smell one day when he’s got Steve’s mark on his neck. Steve rumbles as he
exhales. Yes, that is an alpha thing to want and God in Heaven does he want it.
                                     .oOo.
                  They have to tell the school when they differentiate. Steve
sits in the office filling out paperwork wondering where Bucky is. When he
hands in his slip, the secretary looks at the word “alpha” and raises her
eyebrow. Steve takes a deep breath.
                  “Don’t worry, I've already got a mate.” He gives the shocked
secretary another smile and leaves for his first class.
                                     .oOo.
                  When the day is over, Steve waits out on the front steps of
the school for Bucky. The bell rang ten minutes ago and yet he’s still not
there. Mikey and some of his new alpha friends come out of the building.
                  “Heard you’re an alpha.” Mikey says as he takes out a
cigarette.
                  “Wow, word travels fast.” Steve says with a nod.
                  “I got detention, some women in the office were talking about
you.” Mikey says with a shrug. “Guess this means you’re a big shot.”
                  “It don’t mean nothin.” Steve says tiredly. He wishes Bucky
would just show up already.
                  “Well,” Mikey scoffs. “It does meansomething.”
                  “Oh yeah?” Steve looks up at his acquaintance with a
challenging look in his eye. “And what’s that.”
                  “We gotta protect the genepool. I’m sure you know a scrawny
little runt like you ain’t got no place being with nobody. Bow out before you
get yourself killed or worse, reproduce.”
                  Steve blinks at him a few times. “Did you just say you’re
going to stop me from having a mate because I’m too little?”
                  “Well put it harshly, why don’tcha.” Mikey says with a forced
laugh.
                  Steve stands up to his full height and puffs out his chest.
“Well in that case, why don’t you ‘bow out’ yourself? Nobody as stupid as you
should inflict themselves on a decent mate.”
                  “You little shrimpy punk!” Mikey yells.
                  “Hey, don’t call me ‘punk’. My mate’s the only one that gets
to call me that.”
                  “Barnes!?” Mikey roars.
                  Steve smirks triumphantly. “You betcha.”
                  Mikey punches Steve right in the mouth. Steve puts his hands
up too late, he gets punched again in the guts. In seconds Steve is on the
ground getting kicked in the stomach. Steve balls up and tries to get back on
his feet. “You son of a bitch!” Mikey yells as he goes after Steve. Steve takes
one of his books off the steps and smacks his classmate in the head. Mikey
holds it for a split second before he punches Steve hard on the jaw.
                  Mikey is suddenly being yanked backwards. It’s Bucky. He
throws Mikey down on the ground and attacks him like a feral animal. “You leave
him alone asshole!”
                  The offensive alpha eventually runs away covered in bruises
and bleeding from the nose and lip. Bucky huffs, his shoulders shake, his fists
remain clenched at his sides.
                 “Bucky?” Steve calls to him as he gets to his feet. He wobbles
but he continues to stand tall. Bucky pivots and snatches Steve by the jaw. He
crushes their mouths together urgently, squeezing his eyes shut as he kisses
the hell out of Steve’s spit lip. He can taste the copper of Steve’s blood.
                 Bucky pulls away with a smudge of red on his lips. “What the
hell was that about?” Bucky demands. Steve smiles and shrugs.
                 “What can I say? I’m an alpha, I’m fiercely protective by
nature.”
                 “And what were you protecting just now?!” Bucky asks
exasperatedly.
                 Steve looks down at the ground. After a second he cocks an
eyebrow. “Pretty sure I just defended the honor of our future children.” He
bends down and picks up his books.
                 Bucky groans and shakes his head. “You’re an idiot but I love
that about you.” Bucky shrugs. “What am I supposed to do?”
                 “Stay with me forever.” Steve says with a gentle smile.
                 Bucky sucks his lower lip between his teeth and rolls his
eyes. He throws an arm over Steve’s shoulder and starts leading them in the
direction of home. “No problem.”
Chapter End Notes
     One chapter extension because this one got too long. I just love
     them. Look Steve gets into a fight and gets saved by Bucky. What a
     once in a lifetime occurrence. *snort* Poor Steve, he's got lots of
     reasons for taking the serum but instances like this are probably one
     of the biggest ones. Not that he'd ever admit that. The man is self
     sacrificing but he does have a little pride.
     Comments give me life! Thank you to everybody who regularly gives me
     feedback. I basically write this stuff for your guys. No lie, if I
     didn't have an audience I probably wouldn't write or at least not to
     the extent that I do. So again, thank you.
     -The Trollop
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
                                One Year Later
               Bucky runs into the hospital where Steve works. The receptionist
waves at him as the omega ducks into the staff area and then keepings following
a hallway until he gets to the food service rooms. Steve washes the hospital
dishes four hours a day after he gets done with school. His mom got him a job
when Steve announced that he and Bucky were planning to save up to move into a
place of their own.
                “Stevie!” Bucky cries when he sees him. Steve whips around,
surprised to hear his voice.
                “Oh no, Buck you should have stayed home…” Steve groans. He
doesn’t even have to smell Bucky to know what’s going on. It’s another one of
Bucky’s sudden onset heats. Bucky turns on the sink and starts spraying himself
down with water.  “What are you doing?” Steve asks tiredly.
                “Washin off this God damned powder! Makes my skin all itchy!”
Bucky gets water everywhere as he clumsily attempts to rinse himself.
                “Let me.” Steve directs his best guy to bend over the sink so
Steve can use the flexible nozzle to wash him. Bucky purrs as Steve pulls
Bucky’s shirt off. Once Bucky is just wearing an undershirt, Steve begins to
spray the back of his neck with cool water. It runs down his back and off his
sides. The omega closes his eyes. Steve strokes his back. They’re luckily alone
in the washroom.
                “Is that better?” Steve asks softly. The powder has an
unpleasant smell to it but it keeps Bucky from reeking of heat. With the help
of medicated powder, heat suppressants, and an iron will; Bucky has been
working through all of his heats since they started. As soon as he’s off work
though, he’s on Steve like moss on a log. Steve didn’t know Bucky’s heat
started today, Bucky probably didn’t either.
                “Feels nice.” Bucky sighs. Steve scents the back of Bucky’s
neck. The heat suppressants and powder are expensive but they are worth it.
Steve can hardly smell him at all unless it’s at this distance.
                “I gotta work for another thirty minutes and then I’ll be ready
to come home.” Steve says in his most soothing voice. Bucky whines. “No…” Steve
shushes him. “I can’t leave early, you know that.”
                “I know, I just want you so bad…” Bucky huffs.
                “Sit down so I can get back to work, please? Maybe if I finish
all this real quick, they’ll let me shave off the last five minutes.”
                “Could try.” Bucky agrees. He sinks down to the ground and
leans against the wall. His eyes are half lidded as he attentively watches
Steve. Steve pets his head.
                “You’re okay. Just wait a little while.” Steve gets back to
efficiently scrubbing dishes. Bucky’s heats scent is getting stronger now that
some of the powder has been washed away. He smells ripe and delicious. The
powder is like a regular deodorant powder but formulated for male omegas. It
makes Bucky smell like nothing until he washes it off. Steve’s nerves buzz at
the slightest whiff of his mate-to-be. They haven’t decided when they will
officially bond yet, but it’s happening for certain. Steve’s been the one
pushing to postpone their official mating. He’s concerned that once they bond
and start having sex during Bucky’s heats, Bucky will get pregnant. They both
know they won’t be able to support a family for many years to come. They barely
have enough money to support just them.
                Bucky dropped out of school the day after his first heat ended.
Part of it was because he knew they’d need the cash. The other part of it was
that he didn’t want to go to the new ‘omega classes’ he would be required to
attend if he had stayed. Since he dropped out he’s been saving up for an
apartment to share with Steve. The two heats he’s had since his first have been
longer and even more awkward. They both started at his family’s apartment.
Rebecca got kicked out so that Steve could ‘comfort’ him in their bed. Rebecca
had to share that bed with Bucky for months and another heat before Bucky
finally moved out.  Bucky hasn’t heard the end of that yet. He doubts he ever
will.
                Steve finishes up his work and helps Bucky up off the ground.
Bucky leans heavily on Steve with his nose pressed behind his alpha’s ear.
“Come on Buck, let’s get you home.”
                                     .oOo.
                They live in the tiniest, crappiest apartment in all of
Brooklyn. They love it. It’s just one room but it’s their whole world. Steve
sits Bucky down on their bed. Bucky has started sweating like crazy. The seat
of his pants seems dry though, so they’ve made it home in time.
                “Okay. You’re alright. You did so good, working all day and
then waiting for me.” Steve calmly tells his mate-to-be. Bucky’s erection
strains in his pants. Steve is still recovering from a bad cold, he probably
won’t go into rut this time. It’s just as well. He likes being able to really
concentrate on Bucky. Steve helps Bucky quickly get rid of his pants and
underwear. Bucky lies on his back with his knees parted. Steve can see the
rubber plug protruding from his asshole. It doesn’t matter how good his scent
blocker works if he doesn’t keep his slick dammed up. Steve experimentally
presses on the base of the plug.
                “Oh!” Bucky cries. The plug rubs against a good spot inside
him.
                “Shhh. Relax.” Steve slowly begins the process of removing the
plug. He rocks it back and forth inside Bucky then tugs on it until his hole is
stretched around the widest part of the plug, only to push it back in again.
                “Aah!” Bucky slowly rolls his hips forward. His flushed cock
lies against his stomach. Slick leaks out from around the seal of the plug.
Steve pulls in exactly the way he did before but this time the plug slips out.
Bucky’s hole flutters at the sudden emptiness.
                “How long have you had this in?” Steve asks as he pushes it
back inside. Bucky folds his legs up to his chest and hugs his knees.
                “Since-oh!” Bucky falls silent as Steve pulls it out again.
“This morning.” He grunts.
                “When I put it in you, want you to push it out for me.” Steve
husks. He’s getting hard from just watching the show.
                “Yes…” Bucky sighs. “I’m ready, please.”
                Steve slips the plug inside him and lets go. Bucky bites his
lip as he concentrates on clamping down around the intrusion. His body shoots
the toy out with surprising force. Steve nudges it back inside him with one
finger. Bucky grunts and pushes it out again. They go back and forth until
Steve has to put pressure on the base of the plug to keep it in Bucky when he
pushes. Bucky has flushed pink everywhere. He bares down on the plug with his
lower lip between his teeth. Steve gently tips the plug back and forth so it
taps against his inner walls. Bucky has turned from pink to red.
                “Can you come like this?”
                “Oh fuck! I don’t-Jesus Christ!” Bucky clutches onto his shins
as the first crest of his orgasm makes his body spasm. “Oh!”
                Steve removes the plug. “Roll over for me.”
                Bucky gasps. He didn’t quite hit the peak of his orgasm. He was
so close, being denied the chance to come almost hurts. His dick has turned an
angry purple color.
                “Uh!” Bucky obediently rolls over exhaustedly. Steve smirks and
pets Bucky’s lower back. Bucky huffs with his face pressed into the pillow. His
ass waggles back and forth leisurely. Steve runs his hand down Bucky’s thigh
adoringly.
                “I’m going to take good care of you Sweetheart.” He bends down
and kisses Bucky’s spine.
                Bucky wets his lips between deep breaths. He’s pretty sure he
knows what Steve means by ‘take care of him’. They tried it his last heat and
Bucky just about blew a fuse from coming so hard. “I’m going to die on your
fist ain’t I?” Bucky gasps.
                Steve smirks. “In time.”
               Bucky pants into his pillow, eagerly pushing his ass towards
Steve to do with him what he will. Bucky peeks over his shoulder at the gangly
teenager behind him. A year ago, Steve floundered at the mere idea that he was
anything but an omega. Now, he’s bossing and teasing just like the alphas in
the dirty books Bucky reads (he finds he likes words better than pictures).
Except Steve does it in his own natural way. He’s so proud of his best guy.
He’d sing his praises if he wasn’t so damn horny. Instead he settles for
saying, “There’s my little alpha.”
                Steve blushes. He doesn’t know what to think of that. “I’m not
trying to be your alpha, Buck. I’m just trying to please you.” That’s the
truth.
                “You’re doing a damn good job.” Bucky huffs.
                “I’m giving it my best shot.” Steve says as he gathers up some
of Bucky’s slick and applies it to his fingers. He slowly presses his fingertip
into Bucky to gauge his tightness.
                “Oh fuck-! Ah! Ah! More!” Bucky begs, pressing his ass back
against Steve’s fingers. Steve slips another finger inside Bucky easily.
                “So sweet and tight. Want another finger, Baby Doll?” Steve
asks, breathing faster.
                “Yes!” Bucky reaches behind himself and parts his cheeks.
                Steve has to strip off his pants before he hurts himself. His
cock juts forward impressively for someone as small and sickly as him. He
smears his precome down his shaft and pumps himself a few times to take the
edge off. His brains feels like an egg on a sidewalk. He may not be in rut but
he’s still thinking like he is. Steve fits another finger inside his omega.
Bucky keens. Steve waits for Bucky to get used to the stretch. It will take a
while to do it, but Steve knows he can give Bucky what he wants. He rocks his
three fingers back and forth, in and out of Bucky’s body. Bucky squeezes the
pillow as he tries to relax. Slick drips down his thighs in bursts. Steve
watches in rapt attention as Bucky slowly succumbs to his heat and the
sensation’s Steve is giving him.
                Gradually, painstakingly, Steve adds a fourth finger and twists
his wrist. He’s looking for the spot Bucky likes best. He’s learning to find it
faster and faster. Bucky cries out as something dilates inside him. His hole
loosens just enough to slide Steve’s fingers in down to his knuckles. Bucky’s
whole body shakes from the effort of stretching.
                “Ssstt-ugh! Ah! Stevie! Please need your- all of it!” Bucky
urges. Steve knows what he’s asking for and he’s more than willing to give it
just as soon as Bucky’s able. Steve tucks his thumb into his palm and ducts his
head down to lap at the puffy rim of Bucky’s stretched hole.
                It takes a few minutes and a lot of effort but soon, Steve
watches as Bucky’s ass accepts his hand to it’s widest point. “There we go,
almost there. Almost got you knotted. You’re almost ready. Gonna come when I’ve
got my whole fist shoved up inside you?”
                “Yes!” Bucky mewls.
                “Gotta let me in- oh!” Steve’s taken by surprise when his hand
slips inside Bucky without warning. Steve glances up at Bucky then back down to
where his hand is wrist deep inside him. They managed this on the last day of
Bucky’s last heat. Steve wasn’t expecting it to happen again so easily.
                Bucky stays perfectly still, just feeling the way his ass is
filled to it’s absolute limit. His cock spurts as his body comes out of a short
period of shock. He can’t believe he just did that. He inhales slowly, keeping
as still as he possibly can. He’s stretched wide and it hurts, but his body was
made for something like this. Most knots don’t get fist sized unless the alpha
is well endowed and the omega’s on the looser side. Steve’s fist is smallish
but still almost too big inside him. Slowly, Bucky lets himself feel it. He
clenches his inner walls around Steve’s hand.
                “Holy fuck!” Steve gasps.
                Bucky’s mouth hangs open as he silently cries out. His dick,
having only leaked a little before, shoots off another load. His thighs are
trembling.
                “Stevie?” Bucky whimpers.
                “Yes? Are you okay?” Steve asks concernedly.
                “Want you to fuck me with your fist…” Bucky whispers
breathlessly.
                Steve gulps nervously. “Alright.”
                Bucky pushes himself up so that he braces himself on-all-fours.
His arms shake under him. Bucky nods. “Start slow.”
                Steve holds Bucky’s hip with one hand. He can feel the tension
in his body. As requested, he slowly clenches his fist inside Bucky. The omega
whines pleasured little sounds.
                “Why don’t you rock back and forth so it feels just the way you
like?” Steve suggests. Bucky hums in approval. Steve is surprised by how much
he moves backward. Bucky yelps. Steve wishes he could see Bucky’s face, it’d be
easier to gauge how he’s feeling. “You doing alright?” Bucky slowly leans
forward, pulling Steve’s fist up right next to his bonding glands. These are
the most sensitive places on Bucky’s body. They’re even more sensitive during
heat. Touching them at all makes Bucky see stars. The first in his ass makes
him just about lose it. He grinds his hips in rapid little circles. His full
ass-cheeks quiver as he shakes. He keeps his mouth dropped open and his eyes
squeezed shut. He holds his breath then gasps for air when he must. He’s
getting so damn close to something earth shattering and he wants it to destroy
him.
                Steve watches in disbelief as Bucky writhes like a whore around
his fist. He’s utterly transfixed on the demanding motions of his hips. Steve
can’t keep from touching himself. There is a hint of rumble to his quick
breathing. He’s doing his best to take measured breathes, the last thing he
wants is to have an asthma attack right now.
                “Fuck! Fuck! Oh Stevie! Gonna-! Make it bigger!” Bucky begs as
he slams his hips back and forth while he maintains his little circle pattern.
Steve can only assume he means expand his fist. Steve does just that as Bucky
screams far too loudly through his release. Hot streaks of semen paint the
sheets under Bucky. Slick gushes out of his bonding glands as his channel
tightens around Steve’s fists. “Oh! Oh! Oh yeah! Yes! Just- ohuhuhuh!” A wave
of pleasure floods through him, drowning thoughts of anything other than how
good he feels. He collapses onto his pillow in a heap of tired limbs. Steve
moves with him so he can keep his fist inside Bucky. They’re lying on Bucky’s
come but they don’t give a damn. Bucky takes a few seconds to catch his breath.
He glances over his shoulder and down at Steve’s angry looking cock. “Lay down,
I’ll take care o’that.” Bucky orders.
                 It’s an awkward shift, but somehow they wind up with Steve’s
dick down Bucky’s throat with Bucky’s ass up by Steve’s face. Steve breaks the
skin of his lip from biting it so hard to keep from yelling. He keeps his hand
inside Bucky the whole time. Bucky needs this part just as much as he needs to
get off, if not more so. This is the time he’d be knotted if they were doing
things traditionally. The bonding hormones released during knotting are part of
what keeps an omega so attached to their alpha. It’s a crucial part of the
lives of any alpha/omega pair.
                Eventually Steve sputters out a moan as Bucky happily sucks the
spunk out of his cock. He cleans up every last drop before he’s satisfied. He
looks over his shoulder at Steve when he’s done. “I think I’m ready to be free
now, ‘m getting kinda sore.” Bucky admits.
                “Oh! Sorry!” Steve gently unclenches his fist and makes his
hand as narrow as possible. He retracts his hand pretty easily. Bucky flops
down on their tiny bed once Steve’s hand is out. He winces.
                “Feels funny.” He says with his nose wrinkled. He’s got his
chin rested on Steve’s shoulder. Steve thinks he’s absolutely adorable.
                “Yeah?” Steve asks, unable to come up with a better topic of
conversation.
                “Mmmm. You’re a pretty damn good alpha Steve Rogers.” Bucky
nuzzles Steve’s shoulder for emphasis.
                 “Well-!” Steve has no come back for that. He’s still in the
process of convincing himself. “I didn’t even rut.”
                 “So? That was our best fuck yet! I don’t know how anything
tops that” Bucky proclaims. “I’m sure actually getting you in me will, of
course.” He says much more quietly and half mumbled into Steve’s shoulder. “But
you get my drift.” He pecks Steve’s shoulder sweetly.
                 Steve looks at him with doubt in his eyes. He’s terrified that
Bucky is putting on a show for him. More than dying, or poverty, or anything;
he fears that he isn’t enough for the perfect person in bed with him.
                 “Stop looking at me like that.” Bucky chides.
                 “Like what?” Steve plays dumb. He knows he’s transparent.
                 “Like you don’t believe me. You look at me like you think I’m
going to get tired of you one day and that I’ll just take off with some other
alpha.” Steve looks sadder just picturing it. Bucky smirks. “Cut it out Rogers,
you’re stuck with me for life. We’re going to be a hundred years old someday
curled up just like this, you know?” Bucky nudges him.
                 Steve smiles. He really likes the idea of that. “As long as
you’re satisfied.”
                 “Oh trust me Buddy, I am one spoiled omega.” Bucky tips
Steve’s jaw down so he can kiss him. Steve kisses him slowly before replying.
                 “So long as you’re mine, you always will be.” Steve leans
forward to kiss again.
                 Bucky juts away so he can raise an eyebrow and add, “So
forever?”
                 “Yeah. Until the end of time.” Steve beams.
                 “One of these days we have got to come up with a less corny
way to say that.” Bucky shakes his head and pins Steve with a fierce kiss.
                                    The End
Chapter End Notes
     Yeah! More sex! Ha! They are cute. Never written anal fisting or much
     plug play or anything before. Tell me what you think! Thank you to
     all of the people who have left comments and kudos on this puppy. I'm
     glad to add this little gem to my list of favorite things I've
     written. There will be a sequel that fits into the time period
     between this and The Winter Soldier Becomes a Parent. If you haven't
     checked my works out, they are almost entirely written in this
     universe. That's right! There is 300 k + words of fan fiction in this
     universe! Some of it is not bad! So if you want something to tie you
     over until the sequel gets written, how about some sad, pregnant
     Winter Soldier and his dysfunctional friends? Fun stuff, check it
     out.
     Love you guys,
     -The Trollop
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